There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.
- F(rancis) Scott Key Fitzgerald
This week I've been pursued to do things, I've pursued other people to do things, been busy, busy, busy. And I'm tired, tired, tired. My recent years of laziness catching up with me?!
No, sympathy is not expected. Along with the tiredness is a feeling of satisfaction. But not much in the way of hearts.
As I usually do when I haven't been motivated to go looking around town for shots to fit the topic, I've prowled around the house knowing there would be little to be found in the hearts and roses line. I give up and wander outside thinking perhaps I will find a heart shape provided by nature. Nope! Then I notice the shell heart shaped thing Georgia and I made a couple of years ago sitting on the barbeque table.
I'm seriously not a hearts and roses person. So imagine my surprise as I download the photo and lift my eyes to the photo of my departed father and a heart hits me in the eye. It is right there about six inches above my monitor, a little jar holding pens, etc I have to turn it upside down to see it clearly.
And so my thoughts turn to a place near to my heart and I am off on a journey to return there. I follow this narrow road up the valley.
Past the old house of my paternal grandparents where I spent the first five years of my life.
Past the fields of lush green crops.
And soon I see it, just before the road ends, in the distance, over the creek and up the lane there it is, the home of my maternal grandparents.
And guess what? I feel rejuvenated, a little of the energy I had as a child running around those hills with my brothers and sisters searching for wallabies and avoiding snakes, has crept into my heart. (We made so much noise we had little chance of seeing either.)
This place is not near my town, nor in New Zealand but it is the place that will never leave me.
To see how the other team members have interpreted the topic of Hearts, please pop over here.